After a few moments conversation, he turned to me and said: "Little one, I see you are working with your ponies.

They are wild yet." I had been petting Dolly and trying to break her, when my father called me to come and look at the Californian.
"Yes," I replied, "and one of them never has been ridden." "Well, I'll ride him for you;" and springing lightly to his feet, he continued: "come on.

Where is the animal ?" Accordingly we all went to the place where Prince was lariated.

The stranger untied the rope from the picket pin, and taking a half-loop around the pony's nose, he jumped on his back.
In a moment he was flying over the prairie, the untamed steed rearing and pitching every once in a while in his efforts to throw his rider; but the man was not unseated.

He was evidently an experienced horseman.